I was on a walk today, about an hour ago actually. I went under the bridge that goes over milton, just as it becomes Route 66, and I saw this big, nasty slop of mud on the ground. I quickly dodged around it, but then stopped. look at all the tracks left by worms and slugs in the mud, and the big, defined dog prints. The bike tire tells me that maybe someone was riding along with their dog, maybe not. The light shows on the ridges and waves left in the mud, the whole thing speaks purely for itself.

Suddenly, the mud wasn't so ugly anymore.